The-Dream - February Love Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
Girl alright, come and walk me to the car.
I want to see you, from here to there can't help but stare. Give me some insight.
No bull shit. A real conversation. Put me on your block, I'm movin' in. I would love to be love's neighbor.
(Neighbor) If you don't mind. I don't mind. Do anything for just a fraction of you. And I know that this may
Sound stalkeish, but that's because you are the shit. Alight. (Alright)

[Pre-Chorus:]
If I'm attention, be my center. If your spring, I'm summer.
If your fall, I'm winter. Speaking of winter. Be my February love. Love, love, my love.
Be my February love. Love, love. (Love)

[Verse 2:]
Give me a hug. Give me your heart. Promise we'll never be apart.
I know your used to them niggas sayin' what ever. Promise that we'll always be together.
Alight. (Alright) Take a picture, I'll buy the frame. Let me change your car, then change your name.
You are me destiny child. Now let's make us a destiny child. Girl rock with me, quench the curiosity.
I ma about to hit that we are meant to be. Don't let them spoil it with negativity. Alight. (Alright)
See we are the beautiful ones. Baby come and step into my sun before the cold takes it away.

[Chorus:]
Come and be my February love. Love, love.
Girl be my February love. Love, love.

[Verse 3:]
Uh, uh, uh okay. (Okay) Uh, uh, uh okay. (Okay) Uh, uh, uh okay. (Okay) Uh, uh, uh okay. (Okay)
Phantom in the driveway. Sittin' on the court side. Shawty I ani't new to this, you better used to this.
Thirty foot ceilings, life style appealin'. Check my 09' taxes I made a killin'. Haters want to kill it,
Real niggas feel in. Dream ani't on the credits then they must have got a fill in. Uh he's so silly.
Don't mean to be rude but some of these niggas just anit' got dough. Quality and love follow me girl.
These niggas so scandalous, these comedian niggas shit do stand up. (Up)
These break up before holiday ass niggas. Them lease and benzes. Pretending ass niggas.
Hell yeah. I already told ya'll niggas I ma mother f*ckin' hater.
Especially when ya'll niggas line up your mother f*ckin' paper. He poppin' champagne,
Throwing up at Jermaine's, all up on the t.v. screen. Don't own your publishing,
Hell naw you ani't got more money than me. Just help me understand, help me comprehend.
Matter of fact don't tell me shit, she know you full of it. It's so much that I could say, she pullin' me away.
Stay in you lane.

[Outro:]
They like my February love. Love, love. She loves my February love.
Love, love. I will be there. You are my February...